Hey everyone, just finished this one shot, and yes it is a little rushed but i just wanted to write and get it out of my head and posted so
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Prab should have known better, he really should have. If he thought his brother was a menace when he was a kid, Pree was a hundred times worse now. As kids the worst Pree could do was put him in horrible clothes, stuff tissues in his shirts, and practice elaborate makeup on him. Now he had asked for it, had to ask Pree for help turning into a drag queen to go undercover, and oh boy was he and his whole body regretting it. Prab couldn't count how many times he had twisted his ankles in the past few days, but still Pree wasn't letting up on him. On the first day it hadn't been too bad, but that was only compared to the days that followed, each getting worse and worse.
On the first day Preecha had prepared a huge lecture course and gave him a pair of very low heels and had made him wear them all day, they weren't too bad and Prab had only twisted his ankle once, that was five days ago. Now five days later he was missing almost all of his body hair, had been to a nail salon and had very pointy longer fake nails that were painted in a light pink, and was constantly twisting his ankles on higher heels. Every other day so far his brother had given him a new pair of heels to wear, each getting higher and higher.
"Come on, you have to learn how to balance yourself and walk naturally," Pree screeched from across the room as he made Prab walk back and forth. "How do you expect to perform if you can't even walk without falling? These aren't even two inch heels and you need to get up to three inches at least, they won't let you perform in anything shorter than three inch heels even if you are already very tall."
"Seriously?" Prab was dying; he was sure of it. His feet ached with every step, ankles feeling like they were made of glass, not to mention the outfit wasn't helping him concentrate either. That morning his brother had put him in a blue sequined mini dress, blonde wig that he knew didn't look good on him, and what felt like pounds of makeup.
"Seriously. You may not think much about drag queens or know much, but it's not easy to be a drag queen. If you can't even do this they will kick you out of the auditions before you can even sign up. You have to take this just as seriously as your real job because if you don't they will eat you alive, and I doubt you'll have another chance to get another officer time to audition. We have another week before the auditions start and at this rate I doubt you'll improve enough to get past the first round. And all we've been working on is walking, if you can't walk you can't dance, and I know I'll have my work cut out with that. You don't know how to dance well as a guy let alone as a drag queen," Pree said as they watched Prab struggle to walk steadily across the room.
"I know," Prab growled under his breath as he turned around and walked again and again across the same section of floor. "But it has to work, I need to get in there and start investigating."
"Then you need to concentrate and work harder at this practice, even yesterday you couldn't beat that girl we ran into in the mall in a simple runway walk and the interview and competition to get a part in the show is going to be ten times harder and who knows how many drag queens will show up to compete. To win and even have a chance to start investigating you have to get everything right. And you have to keep up if you do get in, any sign that you won't be able to perform or if you don't show that you can do it they will kick you out faster than you can blink, and you won't get a second chance," Pree stated as they watched Prab walk with all the finesse of a newborn deer.
After another half an hour of watching Prab struggle, Pree allowed him to take a break from walking but moved on to another lesson.
"Ok, now remember, attitude is everything. You have to show attitude and personality on and off the stage, if you can't keep up with the others they will eat you alive like a pack of blood thirsty sharks. Attitude is everything. You have to be able to show off and give attitude back, don't let them walk all over you and don't show them weakness," Preecha said as she went over makeup again with Prab, having him practice each step until he was sure Prab wouldn't take an eye out and could do a passable face full of heavy makeup. "Ok, let's do the eyes again, that's the hardest part. If you mess up, start again, don't try to fix it, just start over completely."
"What now," Prab asked as he put eye liner on for the tenth time, his eyes hurting so much from putting on and taking off makeup over and over again, not to mention the times he did poke himself in the eye as he struggled to get the makeup to look decent with his minimal skill and little practice time.
"We need to go to another wig store, nothing at the one in the mall looked good on you, however I can definitely say that blond wigs are out," Preecha said as he looked at Prab in the short blond wig he had given him earlier that morning. "Definitely not your color. And we can go looking for a dress or costume to match after we find the right wig."
"Another dress, you bought eight already," Prab said, feeling worn down and not happy at the prospect of trying more wigs and dresses on.
"Yes, but none of them are just right, if you don't wow at the auditions you might as well not go," Pree said as he shooed Prad upstairs with the warning of being ready to leave in half an hour.
Within the hour they were at a small outdoor shopping center that had dozens of large booths open two of which sold wigs.
Pree pulled wig after wig down just like the last wig store and none seemed to please him. Black, long and straight, no but close. Black long and wavy, no. Red, maybe. Brown, alright, not bad. Light brown and short, no. Red, long and curly, definitely not. Then after over an hour Preecha grabbed a shoulder length Red straight wig, its color just lighter than a wine color but darker than a bright red wig.
"I think this is it, it's not perfect but it makes your face softer and frames it perfectly," Pree said as he turned and looked at Prab with a calculating stare.
"Finally, I'm exhausted, even police training is nicer than this," Prab said as his eye felt heavier and he was willing to give up on the search for a wig.
"Will take this, and another in the same style but in black," Pree told the shop worker who went off to find the second wig.
"Why another?" Prab asked as he suppressed a yawn.
"Even if you don't use it to perform you are going to need another wig or two to wear around. It doesn't matter if you aren't going to try and grow out your hair but you need to sell that your trans, wearing feminine clothes, having your makeup done and wearing wigs all the time even when you're not performing will help you sell that your trans. They might not find it odd right away but you're going undercover, it's best to not make them question that you're not trans. I don't expect a miracle and that you'll be the prefect trans drag queen but even if you don't always look of act the part you need to try and present yourself how everyone else at the cabaret does," said Pree as he dragged Prab away from the wig shop after paying and towards another booth that had sequins and feathers all over the place in a rainbow of colors and began to sort through the dresses and costumes looking for anything that would compliment the red wig they had just gotten.
By the end of the week Pree felt like he had accomplished a miracle, Prab was not the best drag queen he had ever trained, not by a long shot, but he had come far. Sure he was still tripping over his own feet and twisting his ankles, and his dancing wasn't the best, but there was no more time and they had to go for it now. As he watched Prab load up his car wearing heels, because of course Pree wouldn't let him wear anything else. As well as light makeup, the black wig and some more feminine clothing Pree couldn't help but pray that his baby brother would be safe and that he had done his best to make sure Prab, no, Patricia, wouldn't give themselves away on the first day.